This girl was of near supermodel proportions, why would she want to come home with me?

Junior year, I met this girl at work. She was a cashier and I was a stocker for a retail store. It had been awhile since I had been in a relationship, and she didn’t want one per se, so we just hung out for a few weeks with mutual friends, doing the “friends only” thing. This girl was hot: about 5’11”, 135 lb, long legs, perfect abs, black hair and average boobs ... near supermodel proportions. I didn’t figure that it would go anywhere since she hadn’t given off much of a vibe, but we got along well and talked pretty often. There was some definite sexual tension on my end, but she seemed oblivious to it. Well, it so happened that when I mentioned I was heading back home for the weekend for a family thing she wanted to go. Being a big city Texas girl, she wanted to see what rural Oklahoma life was like. Seemed a little fishy to me, but who am I to complain?

The hour and a half drive out to the boonies wasn’t eventful, just small talk and the like. We got home, introductions were made, we all went to dinner, and then the night was over. She got my bed while I got the fold out couch. Chivalry’s not completely dead! The next day we go do the family reunion thing, which is completely boring as I’m the second youngest “adult” there at 21. Near the end of it, the girl asks me if there’s anywhere special to eat, since she didn’t want to do another fast food meal with my family. I said, “Sure, it’s out at the lake, floating at the end of the docks, though it might have to be a date if we are going out there.”

She gave me a mischievous grin and said okay.

We got back to my house and changed and then headed out. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt and tank top. She was a sight to behold. She simply smiled at me and we drove to the restaurant. Dinner was alright, since the definition of “fancy” is a bit different out in the boon-docks. She seemed to enjoy it and afterwards, she wanted to drive around the lake, looking at the different points of interest. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking, this dump doesn’t have any “points of interest;” maybe a few scenic lookouts or such. So we drive around the lake, looking at different areas that the park service has set up for boating, fishing, swimming, etc. We finally come to one point on the east side of the lake that has a good view of the setting sun. As I’m cruising the car into this circular turn around area not ten feet from the lake, she says, “Stop the car.” I look at her like a dummy and then looked around, realizing that there’s no one around. “It’s a beautiful sunset,” she said. I responded with a dumbfounded yeah it is.

“To bad we’ll miss it,” she said to me as she turned towards me. I turned towards her in little boyish shock as she looked deep into my eyes, then placed her arms around my neck and brought me in close for a long, deep kiss. Well, about half way through that kiss I snapped out of my stupidity and kissed her back as passionately as she had started on me. One of her hands dropped down and began to inspect my package as we continued to kiss. This surprised me, but I didn’t break stride and dropped one of my hands onto her boobs, which quickly found its way over the top of her tank-top and down her bra. This continued for a little while, few minutes perhaps, when she released my neck with her other hand and broke off our making out. While looking at me as I massaged her boob, she smiled and unfastened my pants, then dug around, to release me. She started to use her hands on this while my other hand found a boob. Two’s always better than one.

“You know someone could come driving around that corner,” I said, slightly worried.

This got her a bit more excited, and she answered, ““yeah, I know, you’ll just have to keep an eye out.”

Then she went down on me. I pulled my hands out of her shirt, and came in from another angle, unfastening her bra and again rubbing around on her. I then remembered she only had a skirt on, so one of my hands decided to go exploring, which was granted by a spreading of her legs. I rubbed there for a bit, then went under her underwear for a bit more personal inspection. This went on for a little while and she was becoming more and more aroused. I told her softly to take off her panties. She stopped what she was doing, rising up while still stroking me with her hand.

I was afraid maybe I’d gone too far.

But no, she gave another smile and a couple quick, pleasure induced nods. I removed my hands and watched as a small thong came off and landed on my floorboard. Then we were at it again. Her mouth was hurting from its workout, so we started to make out some more while playing with each other. I had two fingers in her and she was gyrating around and quickly forgot about her obligation to me, but I didn’t mind. Another minute of this, with her heavy breathing (we’d even stopped kissing as I was now kissing her neck, fondling her down low and one of her boobs) getting more ragged, her head turned towards me and one of her hands pushed me back in my seat. I must have had a surprised expression on my face, because she laughed and said she was coming over. Still a shocked look on my face.

I didn’t have any condoms in the car. She must have known that because she produced one out of her purse and quickly put it on. We tilted the seat back, pulled my pants all the way down, and she positioned herself over me and grabbed my dick, lowered herself down, guiding it into her.

From there, we let loose and went at it for all of our pent up sexual frustration would allow in the front drivers seat of a small economy car. Somehow two nearly six feet tall people went at it in that space. The highlights included boobs in the face and nice occasional glimpses of action. Lots of screaming, moaning, and grunting later, we were both dressed and on the way back to my house. When we arrived, my mom asked us if we’d had a good time, to which two devil grins answered yes.

We’re married now. Who’d have thought a little semi-public sex would have solidified a relationship!